Jesus I Don’t Want To Be A Fucking Retard

No offense, he said, but you stink!

And I don’t like how you think!

You wear skin that’s brown, it ain’t pink.

Your koolaid’s bad, I won’t drink.

Your hearing’s gone and you blink.

You ain’t sol-id, you’re a fink!

Time will see that you sink.

You’ll wind up in the klink.

You’ll think more about sphinct

Er.

Barry